#daughtersofcharming

[reapermet]

@daughtersofcharming​

“You’re looking at me like you’ve got something to say,” he spoke softly. It was the first time he’d sat around the family table--everyone together--with his kutte on. Gunner was the youngest son, but he looked the most like his father, somehow having overridden Kat’s genes to get the giant redwood tree body. He wasn’t far out of high school, but he towered over everyone else. 

[samcrocrew]

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Kerrianne, or Kerri as she was called for the most part now, peered into the club house, looking for her father. She’d gotten a package from her Ma, and there had been a letter for him inside. Kerri had known not to read it, but knew the contents well enough. Telling Da to look out for her, for her brother, and the repercussions of him not doing so to her specifications. Most folks who knew her Ma, they were scared of her. Kerri was as well, though that had never stopped her running off at the mouth when she’d been a teen.

No Chibs in the club house, or the garage when she’d checked Just Ellie. Kerri lifted a hand, shyly ducking her head. “Just looking for my Da. You seen him around?”

[solarsought]

@daughtersofcharming​ asked: “Get your fucking hands off of me!” (Mackenzie to Kerrianne; wolf verse)

“Ah’m doin’ this ta keep ya safe for fucks sake!” Kerrianne snaps before she grabs her sister by the other shoulder turning the girl to face her. “Ya think any good is gonna come of you pickin’ this fight Kenz? No it isn’ so calm t’fuck down before I drag you out of here.”

[reapermet]

@daughtersofcharming

[text to: har-dly stable] :: you going to hate me forever? [text to: har-dly stable] :: because you know you can’t do that. [text to: har-dly stable] :: big brother status. [text to: har-dly stable] :: remember i was on your side initially [text to: har-dly stable] :: then you had to go be childish.

[reapermet]

@daughtersofcharming from here

“Mom, I’m marrying her.” There was a finality to his tone that he’d inherited from the very woman in front of him. “And we’re being married in the church. And any children? Well, they’ll be our decision. I’m not going to fault the woman I love for being raised a different way than I was. It’s not like you and Da were traditional--a British solider, Ma?” Because Chibs had told him the story. “A British solider. Who you slept with before you were married. So you want to talk about me living in sin, but I’ve done worse things in my life than live with the woman I love.” 

[reapermet]

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“So, are you going to be the one to tell mom they were out of crazy straws, or me? Or should we make Gunner do it? I feel like she’ll cry less if he does it.” Because, why would they make her cry? It was strange, though, having matured past the point their own mother had. She wasn’t a bad mother, just a bit childish at times. Traumatic brain injury? Maybe. Though, Octavia still loved her parents. 

[reapermet]

@daughtersofcharming​ - lyrics sc - doses & mimosas - cherub

“Something’s gotta give soon, Harley.”

[samcrocrew]

@daughtersofcharming​

He tilted his chair back, eyeing the young woman. Okay, ogling. A little. But in a respectful way. Tristan quirked a grin at her when she turned his way. “Hi,” he said, letting his chair fall forward with a thunk, and offering his hand. 

The festival was one of the many he wound up traveling to, the radio station emblazoned on the banner behind him. He had... three and a half minutes before there was a break in the music for him to invite the people to Taste of Charming for their annual school fundraiser. “Here to make a song request?”